Chapter 1322: Happy at home

Feeling that Yange's clothes were all wet, Xue Qing reacted after knowing it, and Yange was sweating profusely.
He was busy holding his words in his hands, and looked at the words: "Yangyang, you, what's wrong with you?"
He was frightened when he saw that the song was pale, and there was no blood on his lips.
Hurrying to hold the song and quickly walked down the mountain: "Yangyang, Yangyang, I'll take you to Langzhong immediately. Don't be afraid, you won't be okay.
By the time Xue Qing hugged Yange to the foot of the mountain, Yange had slowed down.
Seeing Xue Qing sweating heavily, she couldn't hide her anxiety in her eyebrows.
Suddenly a little bit of affection for this old bacon.
She grabbed his jacket and said softly, "I'm fine, Aqing, don't worry."
The old monk is obviously not an ordinary stick.
Maybe a little skill, knowing that she is not a person in this world.
Yan Ge sneered at Xue Qing's dress tightly.
She really is, any cat or dog, dare to sway in front of her.
Really treat her as a soft persimmon!
Xue Qing was frightened by Yan Ge's appearance just now. Even though Yan Ge is looking OK now, he can't rest assured.
Back in Xue Fu, the first time he called Lang Zhonglai to take the pulse of the words.
Knowing that Langge was okay from Lang Zhong, he was relieved. After soothing, he turned to the study and dispatched the dark guard of Xuefu to kill the old monk.
When the arrangement was completed, people from the palace reported that the queen in the palace was dying.
The queen was in a coma yesterday. All the doctors were waiting in the palace, but they were weak.
The Empress Dowager's time was not so long ago.
It happened that Xue Qing and Yange were preparing to descend from Lingyin Temple.
Emperor Xuanwu did not believe that the queen had died. He sat in front of the queen's bed and waited for people to wake up.
The imperial doctors were still kneeling in the palace, one by one waiting for the queen to "revive to death".
The ministers breathed each other's breath, afraid that Emperor Xuanwu's anger would cut all the heads of the doctors.
However, none of them dare to go to the palace to persuade.
After all, in the past few years, Emperor Xuanwu's infatuation with the queen is no better understood than their ministers. This hit the muzzle, and maybe he was the one who was cut off.
Today's Emperor Xuanwu is not the little fart who could let them round and flatten eight years ago.
In a short time, several ministers have sent Xiaoyu to send a letter to Xue Qing.
Although all of them are euphemistic, they all hope that Xue Qing can enter the palace to persuade Emperor Xuanwu.
Xue Qing had always had a bad feeling in her heart since she learned that the queen had died.
Subconsciously felt that this matter can not let Yange know.
So after he handled the matter, he calmly went to the backyard.
His backyard was not far from the study, and he took a short walk.
When Xue Qing went in, she found that the song was already asleep.
But Lang Zhong was still waiting outside the door.
Seeing him busy and stepped forward.
Xue Qing led people to the side hall.
"The fetus is unstable, and the wife's body is a little weak, and her emotions are very sad ..."
After Lang Zhong spoke carefully, he retreated.
Xue Qing sat there for a long time.
He stared outside the dark room, thinking.
Later, I remembered the queen in the palace.
How could it suddenly die?
He had seen the woman, and he had, like Emperor Xuanwu, treated the woman as ...
As soon as this idea came out, he flicked his hands and squeezed all his messy thoughts.